And in our line of work, we need all the we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug in Central America Who wants to him? No information, say yes or no One five million Alright, you get what you want -- money's no They're all clean, no serial numbers, And there are explosive bullets, in the clip
[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man Yo Starks here, come here Sun Come for a minute! Aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo made of glass nig! Get big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the man. Niggaz is man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in man. man.
Bobby Somebody go to the man Sup Get that soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie ways (Noodles) We came off two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through) La cosa (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) kid. (Tony Starks) Universal (Original claat bad bwoys)
Chorus: Man
Who come to get you? None. They guns! I be the to set off shit, last to run Wu together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one
Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Blaze
it Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties Like my notty and my nosepiece snotty a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu Thirty-six of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin out faucets, hmmmmm Time to your crown and leave the ground a new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the two holster, shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, on the poster Wild in the West, a of my culture And is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin And the last one is death, to the essence With shit you stressin, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Isle my style, Criminology pays The times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze
Verse Two: the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow llello, ley no Plus coolin in Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough Back at the lab a, crack's up Yo niggaz act up, blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the long Designed for rhyme prime nigga time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain Jakes beware black rap Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this One eight hundred gambino yeah
Wu roll as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one
Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Steels
Solid crown is shinin Solid gold, it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well The heart the rib cage the and solar plexus Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you it with dim pones The like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the general Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand microchips two of penicillin goes up your adrenalin son it's time for It's a resemblin niggaz who like followin Trapped inside your like a genie inside the bottle
Verse Four: Master
God steppin forth holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm attack So I decided to bite on the mic So the pain of the track won't the fact I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That the individual who tries to visual-ize under 'cause I strike, thunder Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your Systems are fractured by the killa is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my Is three hundred and sixty of humidity Represent the of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so Feel the of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the From the side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get out his muthafuckin dome piece, deceased, laid to
Verse Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks
Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal I heard Genius on Gef So back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance well like a pharmacy Fuck horado pablos plan bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas novels The man rockin head bands, scarves and jams Early 80's rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist well at symphonies Bad days, watch me ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids came off with 8 million Robbed the Brinks and I in royal pavillions flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all loot kid jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies
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